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Showing posts with label Ekornes. Show all posts

Friday, July 4, 2014

How to Survive on a Desert Island

How to survive on a desert island.


Robinson Crusoe, by Danial Defoe, First Edition, 1719


What would you do: swim with the sharks or look for the nearest cliff to jump off?

Armed with a copy of Robinson Crusoe, plus DVDs of Tom Hanks in Castaway and John Mills, Dorothy McGuire, and James MacArthur in The Swiss Family Robinson, you know what you are into, a rip-roaring time and the most amazing experience that you’ve ever faced. It is a chance to pit your wits against all comers.

Are you ready? 





Rule one: Don't Panic. It is the phrase on the cover of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams, classic science fiction and another good book to bring along.

Rule two: Relax in the Stressless recliner that just happens to be on the beach. Its neck and lumbar support give out-of-the-world comfort. Stressless has been building recliners since 1971 and no one does it better.






Rule three: Whip up a drink. Make El Yunque, preferably with Don Q Rum. Mix the following ingredients in a container - 3 oz. Don Q Añejo, 1/2 oz. Grand Marnier liqueur, 1 oz. fresh lime juice, 1 oz. simple syrup, 10-12 fresh raspberries,1 orange peel twist. Mush the raspberries gently until puréed. Add rum, liqueur, lime juice, simple syrup and ice, then shake and strain into a martini glass. Garnish with an orange-peel twist.

This recipe yields two servings.You will be need the second drink.

Rule four:  Take a sip of El Yunque and gently recline. Feel the breeze on your skin as you relax. |

You don't need any more rules.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Sea-Fever

You are stranded on a desert isle with only a Stressless recliner and a well-read copy of John Masefield's Salt-Water Ballads. The poem is Sea-Fever.


Stressless recliner, a cure for sea-fever


John Masefield’s life did not begin easily. 

John Masefield, 1916
He was born in 1878 in the West Midlands in Herfordshire. when he was six, his mother died giving birth to a sister. He then went to live with an aunt. His father died soon afterwards of a broken heart. At ten he was sent to a boys’ public school. At thirteen he left for a naval training school aboard the HMS Conway. At sixteen he made his first sea-going voyage on the Gilcruix bound for Chile around Cape Horn. His daily journal recorded his delight in nature’s beauty. 


The experiences of sea-sickness and sunstroke caused him to return to England. A year later he was back at sea, now aboard a windjammer bound for New York. He jumped ship. Odd jobs and a vagrant life. All the while and he was reading and writing. In 1897 he returned to England, published his first poem two years later, and in 1902 Salt-Water Ballads was published containing the poem Sea-Fever

He married the love of his life, Constantine, had two children, a daughter Judith and son Lewis. In 1914, Masefield volunteered for military service as a British orderly in a French hospital and later as an ambulance driver during the Galipolli Campaign. Afterwards he enjoyed a long and happy life, becoming poet-laureate of England in 1930. Tragedy struck again in 1942 when his son Lewis died fighting German troops in North Africa. John Masefield died in 1967. 

Learn more about John Masefield.



Sea Fever by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking, ...
The call of the sea
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying...

Stressless Voyager recliner


I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Grey clouds




The sea beckons all of us who have a hankering to travel, to see new lands to meet new people. What better way to imagine than in a Voyager recliner by Stressless.